Braxton Wyatt came back from the fruitless search for the three, but his face was full of savage joy as he looked down at the captured two.
"We could have killed you just as easily," he said, "but we didn't want to do that.

Our friends here are going to have their fun with you first." Paul's cheeks whitened a little at the horrible suggestion, but Shif'less Sol faced them boldly.

Several white men in uniform had come up, and among them was an elderly one, short and squat, and with a great flame colored handkerchief tied around his bead.
"You may burn us alive, or you may do other things jest ez bad to us, all under the English flag," said Shif'less Sol, "but I'm thinkin' that a lot o' people in England will be ashamed uv it when they hear the news." "Indian" Butler and his uniformed soldiers turned away, leaving Shif'less Sol and Paul in the hands of the renegade and the Iroquois.
The two prisoners were jerked to their feet and told to march.
"Come on, Paul," said Shif'less Sol.

"'Tain't wuth while fur us to resist.

But don't you quit hopin', Paul.